The remaining four ghosts were terrified and kept backing away.
Zhang Yuchen stared coldly at them and spoke again:
"Ou Doudou, you fools have a death wish. You even dared to come steal our vital energy..."
With that, he lunged at the four remaining ghosts.
When had those four ghosts ever encountered anyone so powerful?
Even the basic true qi Zhang Yuchen gave off was enough to make them suffer.
Watching Zhang Yuchen charge at them was like watching a rampaging elephant bear down on an ordinary person.
"Fourth, hold him off! I'll go back for help!"
"Ah! Run, run!"
"..."
Zhang Yuchen leaped up and kicked.
"Tyrannosaurus Whirlwind Kick!"
The kick killed a Braided Ghost outright.
With a loud bang, human-shaped ghostfire burst into flame, then turned to black smoke as the ghost's soul scattered.
Zhang Yuchen darted forward again and threw a Rising Dragon Punch, even calling out its name like he was in some over-the-top action show:
"Hadouken!"
The Braided Ghost took the blow under the chin and burst apart with another bang, his soul scattering.
The last two ghosts were scared out of their wits.
They kept shrieking:
"No, don't! Please don't!"
"Help! Help!"
"..."
These ghosts had come to harm us, yet now they looked at Zhang Yuchen as though he were the ghost.
They fled madly toward the front hall, desperate to get out.
But it was too late. There was no way they could escape.
Zhang Yuchen still used no spells or talismans. He simply caught up with them through sheer speed.
He grabbed the third male ghost by his braid, yanked him back, and drove a flying knee into him.
There was another bang. One more ghost was dead.
This had become Zhang Yuchen's personal show.
Forget fighting back—these Qing Dynasty slave